Mama's Letter
That night, Favour sat on the floor of her room, unraveling. Then Nkechi walked in, holding a sealed envelope.
"This came from Warri."
Favour opened it.
It was a letter.
Mama's handwriting, rough, passionate and real.
_"My daughter,
I do not know what is happening in your home, but I can feel it in my chest like a storm coming. I have prayed, i have cried, i have worried about you more than I've told your father.
I never raised you to be perfect. But I did hope you would learn when the fire gets too hot.
Marriage is not beauty or wedding dresses or rings. It is the boiling of water,the watching, the stirring, the patience.
Don't lose your home trying to protect your pride.
Love can be cooked, but not in a microwave. It takes time.
If he loves you still, show him you're worth the second chance. If he doesn't, then show yourself.
Either way, you must become the woman I know you are.
Love,
Mama."_
Favour folded the letter with shaking hands.
And for the first time in weeks…
She knew what she had to do.